Am I really so naive? It’s strange to think about the contra..
Added 2024-02-08 11:00:06 +0000 UTCAm I really so naive? It’s strange to think about the contradictions. I can read their eyes but still I find myself in these uncomfortable places. Someone wants something from me and I have to slowly slink away but with a smile. I never wanted to be back here. I was in love. The relief of not wondering or wandering. Your entire year and I am erased. Could you ever have understood the fatigue of my body? No. The calculating and mirroring and perfecting and hoping. You’d never have known, though I tried to make it clear. You’d like it if I had no cares. I worked hard to gift you the time and a beautiful bed to sleep in. The sacrifice was your first impression. It’s impossible for me to believe that the first glance has been crushed. Glass in the bin. Now I work to have only the smallest things. I only want to close my door and hear the silence. Just keep me alive. I know it all, the skin and the eyes and the past that you’d prefer. I am a rotten peach. Do you remember the fruit? I loved to give you gifts. When you reject my body, who am I now?
